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Well they are gone and here must I remain	A
This lime tree bower my prison I have lost	B
Beauties and feelings such as would have been	C
Most sweet to my remembrance even when age	D
Had dimm'd mine eyes to blindness They meanwhile	E
Friends whom I never more may meet again	F
On springy heath along the hill top edge	G
Wander in gladness and wind down perchance	H
To that still roaring dell of which I told	I
The roaring dell o'erwooded narrow deep	J
And only speckled by the mid day sun	K
Where its slim trunk the ash from rock to rock	L
Flings arching like a bridge that branchless ash	M
Unsunn'd and damp whose few poor yellow leaves	N
Ne'er tremble in the gale yet tremble still	O
Fann'd by the water fall and there my friends	P
Behold the dark green file of long lank weeds	Q
That all at once a most fantastic sight	R
Still nod and drip beneath the dripping edge	G
Of the blue clay stone	S
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Now my friends emerge	T
Beneath the wide wide Heaven and view again	F
The many steepled tract magnificent	U
Of hilly fields and meadows and the sea	V
With some fair bark perhaps whose sails light up	W
The slip of smooth clear blue betwixt two Isles	X
Of purple shadow Yes they wander on	Y
In gladness all but thou methinks most glad	Z
My gentle hearted Charles for thou hast pined	A2
And hunger'd after Nature many a year	B2
In the great City pent winning thy way	C2
With sad yet patient soul through evil and pain	A
And strange calamity Ah slowly sink	D2
Behind the western ridge thou glorious Sun	K
Shine in the slant beams of the sinking orb	E2
Ye purple heath flowers richlier burn ye clouds	F2
Live in the yellow light ye distant groves	G2
And kindle thou blue Ocean So my friend	H2
Struck with deep joy may stand as I have stood	I2
Silent with swimming sense yea gazing round	J2
On the wide landscape gaze till all doth seem	K2
Less gross than bodily and of such hues	L2
As veil the Almighty Spirit when yet he makes	M2
Spirits perceive his presence	N2
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A delight	R
Comes sudden on my heart and I am glad	Z
As I myself were there Nor in this bower	O2
This little lime tree bower have I not mark'd	P2
Much that has sooth'd me Pale beneath the blaze	Q2
Hung the transparent foliage and I watch'd	R2
Some broad and sunny leaf and lov'd to see	V
The shadow of the leaf and stem above	S2
Dappling its sunshine And that walnut tree	V
Was richly ting'd and a deep radiance lay	C2
Full on the ancient ivy which usurps	T2
Those fronting elms and now with blackest mass	U2
Makes their dark branches gleam a lighter hue	V2
Through the late twilight and though now the bat	W2
Wheels silent by and not a swallow twitters	U2
Yet still the solitary humble bee	V
Sings in the bean flower Henceforth I shall know	X2
That Nature ne'er deserts the wise and pure	Y2
No plot so narrow be but Nature there	Z2
No waste so vacant but may well employ	A3
Each faculty of sense and keep the heart	B3
Awake to Love and Beauty and sometimes	U2
'Tis well to be bereft of promis'd good	I2
That we may lift the soul and contemplate	C3
With lively joy the joys we cannot share	Z2
My gentle hearted Charles when the last rook	D3
Beat its straight path along the dusky air	Z2
Homewards I blest it deeming its black wing	E3
Now a dim speck now vanishing in light	R
Had cross'd the mighty Orb's dilated glory	V
While thou stood'st gazing or when all was still	O
Flew creeking o'er thy head and had a charm	F3
For thee my gentle hearted Charles to whom	G3
No sound is dissonant which tells of Life	H3

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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